About Me
My name is Michael Sharkey and I'm a junior at Penn State University. This spring semester I will be studying abroad in London, England! I'll be blogging about my experiences abroad, as I really immerse myself into the culture. I'm not going for the typical study abroad experience; I want to stray from the [American students] pack, make new friends, try new things, and travel throughout Europe as much as possible!
....."Across the pond." My name's Sharkey. PondShark. Clever, right?
....."Across the pond." My name's Sharkey. PondShark. Clever, right?
Where I'm From
By no means am I a poet, nor am I am fan of poetry. However, this was my first GLI assignment so I thought I'd share:
I am from the blue-stripped bed sheets,
from goldfish and magic sets.
I am from the little green house on South Avenue,
and from the quiet, sandy shores of Monmouth county.
I am from the purple hydrangeas in the spring,
the tall yellow sunflowers at the end of summer.
I’m from Pizza Friday’s and Snuggle Saturday’s,
from the adventurous Pat and the witty Jack.
I’m from my mother’s gentle heart and my father’s determination.
From things always work out in the end and tomorrow’s another day.
I’m from the Irish countryside,
from mashed potatoes and green beans,
From the long and emotional battle for adoption,
and the surprise pregnancy twelve years after the king.
Up the wooden stairs, in the dark and muggy attic,
years of memories, pictures and old clothing,
are boxed away to remind me who I am, why I am, and where I came from.
I am from the blue-stripped bed sheets,
from goldfish and magic sets.
I am from the little green house on South Avenue,
and from the quiet, sandy shores of Monmouth county.
I am from the purple hydrangeas in the spring,
the tall yellow sunflowers at the end of summer.
I’m from Pizza Friday’s and Snuggle Saturday’s,
from the adventurous Pat and the witty Jack.
I’m from my mother’s gentle heart and my father’s determination.
From things always work out in the end and tomorrow’s another day.
I’m from the Irish countryside,
from mashed potatoes and green beans,
From the long and emotional battle for adoption,
and the surprise pregnancy twelve years after the king.
Up the wooden stairs, in the dark and muggy attic,
years of memories, pictures and old clothing,
are boxed away to remind me who I am, why I am, and where I came from.
